For a mother, the days can be excruciatingly long, but the years fly by. When we are surviving the younger years, it feels like the evening will never come. The clock seems to get slower during the afternoon. But, the opposite can be said when our children get older. The clock seems to speed up, and we can't get enough time with our young adults. We then realize how very quickly they will leave our homes.
To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven (Ecclesiastes 3:1, NKJV).
Do you find yourself wondering, Why did I wish away those younger years of messes and diapers? Don't miss your current season by always looking to the next one. The gift of perspective knows that there were treasures in the young seasons as well.
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